Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy! Chapter 340 "Thank You for Your Hard Work": The Double Meani

"Oh, oh... okay, I’ll go let the kitchen prepare right away."

When Aunt Harper left, Alia finally breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly grabbed the now-disassembled bedding and carried it to the laundry room, tossing it into the washing machine.

Seriously...

A dizzy spell ca over her as she stood by the washing machine, watching the sheets tumble inside. Her mind, however, was replaying the chaotic scene from the night before...

Oh, my God!

She covered her face, utterly baffled at how she, who had been calm and rational for years, could suddenly beco so... shaless.

Downstairs, Christopher’s voice called out for her to co eat.

Coming back to her senses, Alia took a deep breath to compose herself, suppressing her chaotic emotions, before feigning nonchalance and heading downstairs for breakfast.

Christopher saw her coming, his gaze steady, his expression calm.

But only he knew what was running through his mind at that mont.

Last night... those monts marked the most satisfying and delightful night of the past five or six years for him.

If there was any imperfection, it would be his battered body—a disgrace, truly. Who knows when it will finally heal?

The two settled into their seats, neither speaking for a while, as an odd air hung over the dining table.

After so ti, Christopher glanced over at her, gently sliding a basket of buns in front of her. In a low voice, he said, "Eat more... you’ve worked hard."

"Pfft—" Alia, who’d been quietly sipping her porridge, coughed spectacularly at his words, spraying porridge all over the table.

How embarrassing!

She quickly grabbed so napkins, frantically wiping her mouth, her face, and the table. In her rush, she ended up knocking over her glass of soy milk.

Oh, co on—

Things only grew ssier, leaving her scrambling even more.

Christopher, noticing she was on the verge of crawling under the table from embarrassnt, hurriedly handed her more napkins to help clean up. He explained awkwardly, "I... I wasn’t talking about last night. I ant you’ve been working hard these days. You seem to have lost so weight. Eat more to put it back on—"

"Just stop talking!" Alia interrupted, her tone flustered and exasperated. If this wasn’t a textbook case of digging one’s own grave, she didn’t know what was. Her ears felt like they were pouring with blood, and her flushed face burned like it was ready to explode.

Realizing this "misunderstanding" was beyond saving, Christopher’s face also turned red as he found himself tongue-tied and awkwardly sucking in air.

Just then, amidst the tense yet oddly humorous atmosphere at the breakfast table, soone strolled over from the main hall, loudly announcing, "Hey! Looks like I arrived just in ti! Haven’t had breakfast yet."

Before finishing his sentence, Benny was already standing nearby. Surveying their odd mood, he glanced back and forth between the two of them, curiously asking, "What’s going on with you two? Did you have a fight?"

Christopher shot him an annoyed look. "Why are you here so early in the morning?"

Benny pulled out a chair and sat down, looking around the place. "Where’s your staff? Aunt Harper? Why’s no one here to bring a bowl and chopsticks?"

His last words were said loudly.

At his shout, Aunt Harper hurried over from the back garden, smiling as she said, "Young Master Palr has arrived. I’ll bring you your utensils right away."

Feeling satisfied, Benny leaned back in his seat and, turning to his friend in the wheelchair, quipped without hesitation, "Do you think I actually care about eating your breakfast? Coming here only to watch you two flaunt your relationship—it’s ruining my appetite!"

"No one asked you to co."

"Fine, I won’t stoop to your level!" Benny muttered as he stuffed a few bites of food into his mouth, clearly having co with business to discuss. After swallowing his food, he finally looked at Christopher and sighed, "Your ssy situation—I may not be able to handle it anymore."

Alia, who had been fully occupied with her embarrassnt, kept her head down the whole ti, mortified at the thought of getting caught by Benny. But when she heard this comnt, her instincts made her raise her gaze.

Christopher’s expression shifted slightly. "What do you an?"

"Haven’t you heard?" Benny put his bowl and chopsticks aside, suddenly losing his appetite. "Seal-Cloud Corporation is ultimately your Hart Family’s business. You’ve been away for months now, and I’ve taken the reins. The company’s aristocratic big shots are becoming increasingly dissatisfied."

"I’ve heard so of it, but their complaints aren’t specific to you. Even when I was there, they were just as adversarial toward ."

To put it bluntly, those people have never been convinced since the old master directly handed managent authority to him back then.

"But you have legitimacy, whereas I... Seal-Cloud’s recent projects clash with portions of the Palr family business. They’re worried I might have conflicting interests and secretly undermine them, so their distrust has grown exponentially. If your health is improving, you’d better return as soon as possible."

Alia glanced at Christopher and said, her tone colored with concern, "Let’s go to the hospital later for a check-up and hear what the doctor says."

"You’re heading to the hospital later?" Benny asked curiously.

"Yes, last night he suddenly had a splitting headache and rembered things from the past. He’s going in to get it checked out." Alia explained.

"Your mory ca back?!" Benny exclaid in surprise. "You rembered all that ssy marriage and divorce business too?"

"..." Christopher’s face darkened, refusing to dignify that with a response—talk about hitting the sorest spot.

Benny, seemingly thrilled, burst out laughing. "I ca at just the right ti! Looks like you’re not in any serious physical trouble anymore. Hurry up and get back to work! I’m better off playing sidekick than wearing myself out entirely."

Alia chid in, "Young Master Palr, even if he goes back, he can’t overwork himself. He might only manage a few hours a day and still rely heavily on you to shoulder the load."

"Oh, wow. Look at you—starting to speak up for him, huh? Even your words are dripping with care and concern for him." Benny teased.

"..."

"Tsk tsk, no wonder so people are dragging their heels about going back to work. Being here, imrsed in this blissful romance, must feel better than being in heaven itself!"

"Can you knock it off already?" Christopher snapped, glaring sideways at the woman beside him. Simultaneously, the two of them blushed furiously.

Benny, keenly observant, glanced back and forth, his grin turning even more mischievous. "Looks like your relationship has escalated quite a bit! This is so unfair—why am I wearing myself out while you two live the high life, carefree as can be? I don’t care, you need to get back to the office to take charge, or else I’m throwing in the towel too! Anyway, it’s not my career at stake."

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At the hospital, Christopher was taken by a nurse for a comprehensive check-up.

Alia’s phone kept ringing nonstop—calls from work.

After just half a day of "absence," she had already piled up so much trouble. She couldn’t even fathom how busy Benny must have been managing an entire company without Christopher for months.

Over an hour later, Christopher returned in his wheelchair. She quickly put her phone away and stepped forward to him.

"How do you feel? Are you tired?"

"Not too bad."

The two exchanged a glance before Alia instinctively moved behind him, pushing his wheelchair into the office of the attending doctor.

"Mr. Hart’s injuries are recovering well. Just keep resting and recuperating. As for the return of his mories, like I ntioned before, selective amnesia is more often a psychological barrier—patients unconsciously suppress mories they don’t want to face, leading to temporary or permanent mory loss."

"Now that his mory has returned, it’s likely due to stability in his emotions, allowing him to overco these inner obstacles. The shadows of the past dissipate naturally, and his psyche adjusts back to normal."

Stability in emotions?

Alia couldn’t help but blush again as she listened to the doctor’s words.

Could this an that yesterday, returning ho while cuddling and sweet-talking the whole way, helped dissolve his psychological barriers?

This was... too absurd...